Dull

by Pom

Published April 4, 2012

In Poetry

Dull


At their table, they sit and play,

One with big ears,

Other’s hair is gray,

Can't hear what they're saying,

Though laughter gives their fun away,

They laugh a lot, but seem dull,

Their laugh has no feeling,

Which to me might explain,

One with big ears, one with hair so gray,



As I stare around humming to myself,

I realize one thing,

Studying the dull seems better,

Than being dull yourself
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For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble.
— Aristotle